Page 7 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
I don’t use my words to reply, I crush my lips onto hers to stop her from talking, pushing my body closer to hers to show her how goddamn serious I am. And her reaction is one of many reasons why I’m falling for this girl so fast and so fucking hard,she doesn’t back down, she doesn’t push me away, she bites into my bottom lip so hard that she draws blood.
It hurts like hell but at the same time it makes me impossibly hard, sending a million twisted fantasies into my head of what exactly I want to do to Sloane right now. I try to rein myself in because I want to explain, I need her to understand that what we had was real,isreal. When I don’t withdraw from her, her teeth ease their grip on my bottom lip and she sucks it into her mouth, soothing my skin where she just broke it. Something different is floating between us and this feels way more dangerous than I probably intended.
I cup her jaw with one of my hands keeping her in place and slipping my tongue into her mouth, relieved that she doesn’t reject me immediately. If only a kiss could talk, if my lips could tell her how I feel about her without using words but only dancing against hers, caressing her the way I want to caress her whole body. I kiss her hotly and frantically, knowing that time is ticking and that she’ll eventually push me away. She kisses back with wild abandon and anger, matching every stroke of my tongue and I taste the same pain and desperation.
In a way, I wish I could turn back time but the reality is that I couldn’t change a thing about how I behaved. I wouldn’t have been able to tell her anyway; not because I didn’t trust her but because while I was protecting my own life by keeping my secret, I was also protecting hers. She breaks the kiss and I immediately push my body closer to hers, inhaling her scent of honey and flowers.
“I’m not sorry because I didn’t tell you, I couldn’t. But I wanted to, many times.” My hand leaves her jaw, tracing the delicate line of her neck, her collarbone the swell of her breasts that peeks from the sheer blouse she’s wearing. I can hear her breath hitch in her throat, feel her heart beat faster under my fingertips.
“That’s bullshit and you know it,” she growls.
“No, baby.”
“Liar! You didn’t trust me.” She accuses me, refusing to meet my gaze.
“This isn’t about trust, Sloane. Do you understand that by telling you, I could have put your life in as much danger as mine was?”
Her reaction isn’t what I was hoping for. “Are you saying that Royce, Blaine and River would have hurt me?”
“I’m saying that I don’t know what could’ve happened if they felt cornered. I wanted to tell you so many times. At the beginning so that you would’ve known that I’d protect you and after a while, because I started to care so much and I wanted you to know who I was. But just know that if your life had truly been in danger from the others, I wouldn’t have hesitated to blow my cover to save you.”
“I don’t believe you.” She inhales and anger is replaced by this heart-breaking wave of vulnerability. Fuck, I really screwed this one up.
“Sloane, I needed the others to stay calm until I worked out a deal with Walker. I’d been hoping to do that without anyone being arrested. But to do that, I needed everyone to keep calm and keep laying low. Please understand that. I didn’t want to put you in a position to choose between loyalty to me or to them. When I learned why the guys were doing the heists, I started working to make sure that they didn’t go down for it. Your ex complicated the situation and made it escalate, leaving Walker no choice but to sweep in and arrest everyone.”
“You didn’t trust me,” she mumbles, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. I think I can explain myself till I’m blue in the face but the fact is … Sloane doesn’t believe me. She doesn’t believe that I felt the way I did about her. She doesn’t trust me.
“This isn’t about trust, Sloane. I promise.” My last words cause a fury that I didn’t think possible in her: she hits my chest with her fists, hard and repeatedly.
“How do you expect me to believe you? If you lied about who you were to your best friends and to me, how do I know that you aren’t lying now? How do I know that I wasn’t just an inconvenience that you picked up along the way? And that you eventually found it convenient to fuck me when we had to run? How do I know that you weren’t lying when you said that you cared? You were so good at lying that you fooled the others for almost two years.”
Her eyes are full of tears and my heart breaks for her because I can apologize and I can explain but I can’t take away the doubt and the pain. She has to choose to believe me. I have no idea if that’s possible for her but fuck, I hope so.
“I swear on my mother’s life that the only two things I lied to you about are my real job and my age. I’m not twenty-two, I’m twenty-five. Everything else I ever told you is real, including the fact that I care about you. That I’ll do anything to protect you at all costs. I’m sorry I took you that day at the bank. I wasn’t planning on it but I don’t regret how it got us together.”
She’s still furious. “We aren’t together! Because you aren’t who I thought you were, I don’t really know you, Kaden.”
Wedging my body closer to her, both legs spread slightly and my fingers digging into her soft hips, I resist the urge to rub my cock against her. It’s ridiculously fucking hard and I can practically feel myself reaching boiling point. The more frustrated I get, the more I want to fuck her senseless and prove to her just how much I want her. She tries to squirm away from me but my hand slides up her waist to where her back is arched, her tits almost pressing against me. My hand closes around one of her tits and squeezes her soft flesh, making her let out a breathy gasp that I know she didn’t want to let out.
“Yes, you know me. I lied about what I did but not about who I am, Sloane. I never lied about how much I care about you or how much I fucking want you.”
I squeeze harder, feeling her nipple tighten and harden under the silk of her bra. She’s looking straight into my eyes, her gaze bright with anger and lust. “Prove it!”
She challenges me.Fucking deal. I take her head on, lifting her and depositing her on the marble of the bathroom’s counter. Her skirt rides up and I look at the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. I use my hand to part them and I step between them, seizing her lips again in a desperate kiss.
I massage her tongue with mine until we’re both breathless and my hands stay in her hair, while hers feel their way down the muscles of my back, through my shirt and when they reach down, they cup my ass, pushing me closer to her center. I can’t help but grind against her, letting my hands skim down to her chest again and pulling at her blouse, making the buttons snap off.
I lower her tank top and her bra as my mouth immediately closes around the erect peak of her nipple, sucking and licking, grazing her with my teeth.
She moans and pulls my shirt up, raking her nails down my chest and abs while I attack her mouth again. We look at each other, breathing hard, disheveled and I can see both desire and anger in her eyes. Normally I would back down, I would stop myself from taking her until she’s forgiven me but for once in my life, I decide that I don’t want to do the right thing. Fuck protective, responsible Kaden. I want this woman more than is sane or rational and I don’t give a fuck if she’s still mad at me.
Her fingers start fumbling with the buckle of my belt right as she sees me break. “This doesn’t mean that I forgive you, just so that you fucking know. I’m still furious at you and I still don’t know if I can trust you.”
I push her skirt up until it’s bunched up around her waist and grind through gritted teeth: “I’m going to spend the rest of my fucking life trying to earn your forgiveness and your trust, Sloane. I promise never to lie to you again. But listen to me right now, this is the last time I apologize for lying to you. I’m fucking sorry, baby.”
I attempt to move her panties to the side but the way she’s sitting on the edge of the counter makes it hard, so when she frees my hard shaft from my underwear I tear hers. The delicate silk garment snaps in my hands and she gasps; her pupils, two huge saucers filled with heat, as I thrust into her without waiting and I immediately give her every inch of me. She lets out a small cry while clutching onto me.
“Those were fucking new.” She somehow manages to fucking scold me while wrapping her legs around my hips, pushing me deeper inside her.
